Fairy Tail: You said you were just acting, are you serious

Ron shook his head and continued:

"If you were saying my script was alright, I might have been fooled for a while. Your reasoning is terrible."

"So, there was a mistake from the very beginning?"

Upon hearing Ron's reason, Paris had a wry smile on his face, his heart filled with a mixture of emotions.

"Now that you've caught me, are you going to kick me out of the troupe?"

Paris had already prepared himself mentally and walked up to Ron.

Before Ron could speak, Doronbo eagerly offered a suggestion from the former's side.

"Commander, since he's not sending any messages, let's take this opportunity to quickly inform the Council. That way..."

"Dorumbo, don't be so nervous."

Ron interrupted his sense of urgency, then his gaze returned to Paris in front of him.

"Let's put the theater troupe aside for now. Tell me all the information you have about your companions."

Then, fold another new paper crane and tell your friends.

Upon hearing this, Paris and Dolumbo were taken aback.

"Why not fold another one?"

At this moment, Ron pulled out the scroll and smiled:

"It's nothing, I just wanted to pay a visit."

……

Late at night, on the outskirts of Magnolia town, outside the basement rented by the Dark Guild Nightwalkers, a mage member was standing guard near the door.

He frowned and paced impatiently along the streets near the building.

The news from Paris is getting later and later; he still hasn't arrived.

Then the lookout would occasionally look up, and just as his patience was about to run out, there was finally a slight change in the sky above.

The paper crane appeared wobblingly in the sky above the nearby buildings.

The members of the Dark Guild showed some of their impatience, having waited so long for this moment.

He raised his palm, and the paper crane, as if sensing his presence, slowly descended.

Then the paper crane floated into his hand, and he looked down at it.

"Hmph, you've been waiting this long, you'll be sorry when you get back... huh?"

Just as he received the paper crane, a dark shadow resembling a small bird suddenly swept past his head, startling him for a moment.

He frowned and looked up, but there wasn't a single bird in sight. Where did this dark shadow come from?

"Is it just my imagination? Let's report to Chairman Kafch first."

He didn't pay much attention, turned around, took the paper crane, and returned to the temporary base camp.

"President Kafche, the latest news has finally arrived!"

He opened the door to the stronghold, stood at the entrance on the first floor, and reported to Chairman Kafche in the hall below.

"Very good, this time Fairy Tail...!"

Kafche leisurely raised his head, but halfway through his sentence, the smile on his face froze instantly, his pupils contracted, and a look of shock appeared in his eyes.

Not only him, but all the members in the basement hall looked up and turned to look at the entrance, all showing surprised expressions.

"Who are you?!"

Kafch frowned and shouted sharply.

In the basement hall, everyone's eyes were fixed on the direction of the member above, staring at the member who stood frozen in place.

He felt oppressed by everyone's stares, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his hands trembled unconsciously.

"What are you talking about? Don't you recognize me?"

"They're not asking you, they're asking me."

Just then, a boy's voice rang out unexpectedly from behind the members.

The sentry gasped, his eyes widening in shock.

A chill ran down his spine, but he stiffly moved his body and turned his head away.

Only then did he realize that a gray-haired boy had been standing silently behind him without him noticing at some point!

What's going on? Why can't I sense any magical energy fluctuations from this boy?!

Ron, who had already activated his [Heaven and Tyrant] form, paid no attention to the gazes of these dark guild members. He took another step forward and stood next to the sentry.

With his hands in his pockets, he leisurely surveyed the sparsely furnished basement and sighed.

"So this is your temporary headquarters? This hall is so shabby!"

The sentry standing next to him finally came to his senses, and after seeing Ron's face clearly, he revealed angry eyes.

"Wait, I recognize you. You're the one Paris mentioned in the intelligence report, the leader of the Pure White Theater Troupe?!"

The members below suddenly realized what was happening and began to make a fuss.

"That's right, it seems that kid Paris betrayed us!"

"This guy who can only act is practically asking for death by coming here!"

"His magical energy fluctuations are so weak, and he's just an actor, yet he dares to be so arrogant!"

President Kafch did not sit in the lower hall, but instead frowned and silently looked at Ron.

The sentry closest to Ron immediately rushed forward, their hands glowing with the light of magic circles.

"Kid, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Ron didn't look directly at the members beside him, maintaining a relaxed expression.

Snapped!

Just as the sentry was about to touch Ron, the latter raised his hand with a speed that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye and grabbed the other's wrist with one hand.

The cracking sound of his wrist breaking echoed, and the magic circle that had been forming instantly froze and lost its light.

"Too slow."

boom!

Before the members could even react to what was happening, Ron's other hand swiftly transformed into a blade, slashing at the member's neck!

Clang!

Before he could even scream, his eyes rolled back and he flew backward, crashing heavily against the wooden wall beside him before falling to the ground unconscious.

The basement hall was no longer noisy; it was now completely silent.

Ron's movements were so fast that the members of the Dark Guild in the hall didn't even see what he did. Their companion, who was just about to launch an attack, was sent flying in an instant.

Everyone stared blankly, their mocking and arrogant expressions vanishing instantly.

Looking up at Ron, who showed no signs of magical energy, they sensed that his strength was unfathomable.

Ron ignored their gazes, merely glancing sideways at the duration of the form on the panel.

[Current role-playing level: 40%]

[Current Driven Form: Heaven and Tyrant]

Duration: 3 minutes and 58 seconds

Currently, his total magic power can maintain this form for about 6 minutes, but now there are less than 4 minutes left.

He twisted his neck, flicked his wrist, and looked down at the members of the Dark Guild below.

"I'm in a bit of a rush. Would you like to come together, or take turns?"